Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the meter had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke. From this moment on, nothing would surprise him. He could never be outweirded. He was done.
Spock: Logic and practical information do not seem to apply here.
McCoy: You admit that?
Spock: To deny the facts would be illogical, Doctor.
McCoy: You admit that?
Spock: To deny the facts would be illogical, Doctor.
— Star Trek: The Original Series, "A Piece Of The Action"
Ladies and gentlemen, the film just gave up. It clearly doesn't care about the story, narrative or making any semblance of logical sense, so they just said "Fuck it!" and just started showing amusing images that would hopefully entertain your kids. Well, you know what they say...if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
— The Nostalgia Critic, reviewing Jingle All the Way
Tai: I'm sorry, is it weird to come to you for dating advice about your ex-girlfriend?
Marten: Dunno. Every other aspect of my life has thrown off my weirdness calibration.
Marten: Dunno. Every other aspect of my life has thrown off my weirdness calibration.
"...And the world has now completely and utterly ceased to be bound by the laws of logic."
— Briardien, Final Fantasy XIV
Darrel: Not a big fan of canines?
Blake: [shakes her head] You know, I'm surprised that he was able to fit into the mail tube with thirty cans of food and a can opener.
Darrel: Meh, that's pretty tame compared to what I've seen. Right now, a tentacle-legged, four-armed, eight foot tall alien overlord could beam himself in front of us and I wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Blake: What?
Darrel: What I'm saying is that I gave up on rational thinking about… three months and seventeen days ago.
Blake: But... that was when we arrived at Beacon.
Darrel: Your point being?
Blake: [shakes her head] You know, I'm surprised that he was able to fit into the mail tube with thirty cans of food and a can opener.
Darrel: Meh, that's pretty tame compared to what I've seen. Right now, a tentacle-legged, four-armed, eight foot tall alien overlord could beam himself in front of us and I wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Blake: What?
Darrel: What I'm saying is that I gave up on rational thinking about… three months and seventeen days ago.
Blake: But... that was when we arrived at Beacon.
Darrel: Your point being?
Ax: [sheepish] <I... I believe that I am — that is to say my morph is — an attractive female. One of the males seemed interested earlier.>
Marco: Well, that does it. We have moved permanently to bizarre-o world. We've traveled in time, we're in a jungle fighting brain-stealing aliens and ten thousand annoying species of bugs, and our resident space cadet is a hot-looking monkey. Somebody wake me up when we get back to reality.
— Animorphs #11: The Forgotten *
Aqua: I miss when things made sense.
Kairi: (laughing) I'm one of seven people in existence with a negligible amount of darkness in my heart, I fight shadow monsters with a magic key-shaped sword or possibly a sword-sized key, and I’m Sharing a Body with my own two-year-old identical twin. Things stopped making sense a loooong time ago; you learn to roll with it.
Kairi: (laughing) I'm one of seven people in existence with a negligible amount of darkness in my heart, I fight shadow monsters with a magic key-shaped sword or possibly a sword-sized key, and I’m Sharing a Body with my own two-year-old identical twin. Things stopped making sense a loooong time ago; you learn to roll with it.
John Carver: The fuck are you doing, man?
Isaac Clarke: Carver?
Carver: What are you doing in my apartment?
Isaac: We're not in your apartment. We're not supposed to be anywhere.
Carver: Are we...
Isaac: Dead? Guess not.
Carver: That doesn't make any sense! Issac, you activated the Codex! The moon fell, we fell!
Isaac: What about the alien machine? It froze the planet, it pulled the moon out of the sky! We don't know what that technology can do.
Carver: So, that's it, we were saved by fucking aliens?
Isaac: I...quit trying to make sense of it all back on the Ishimura.
Carver: Come on! This... this can't be real! What are we supposed to do now?
Isaac: Well, for starters, get the hell outta here.
Carver: And go where; Back to Earth?
Isaac: Yeah, if we're dead, we can do what we want, right?
Carver: Right.
"Alright, calm down Asuka. There's a logical explanation for this. Wait, no there isn't. You live in a place where countless mini versions of you run around and people punch tigers in malls! Logic had obviously been taken behind the shed to be put down."
''At this point, I've given up on Micheal doing the right thing. Or the decent thing. Or even the comprehensible thing."
— Dwight, The Office (US)
